The Outhouse, A Tale About Holding it... Or not

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Lyrics
Out back behind the house it stands
Where no one wants to shake its hands
The door creaks with a haunting sound
A relic of this broken ground
And I walk out to the wooden shack
Graffiti covers each rustic wall
No one cleans it, no one calls
Stench and flies in the summer sun
This ol' place ain't for everyone
[Chorus]
[instrumental]
Squatting down in the backyard shade
Chorus: outhouse ooouuutthousssee
no one dares it's the outhouse. it's the last resort, its the last resort resort resort resort. hold on for one two three days, but eventually you have to let go, hold on for two three four, but eventually you have to go or its the medic room for you
And I walk out to the wooden seat
awful colors splash onto rustic floors
No one owns it, no one cares
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